Thursday, June 4, 2009

the moment of a yawn

Lucien had said all he knew and remembered about Marie-Neige in these stories, the sound of her wheelbarrow, how she lit a fire, the moment of a yawn, the way she had talked about a thistle in a ditch. She was within him now.

"Divisadero," Michael Ondaatje

[Dearborn Street below Polk Street]

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